Throughout the journey, Lu Jie was rather silent.
Cheng Cheng kept comforting her mother, "Mom, did that doctor uncle say bad things about Cheng Cheng? Please don't worry, okay?"
"Doctor uncle is a liar, he made a pinky promise not to tell mom... "
Lu Jie looked at her daughter and couldn't help but ruffle her hair, eight-year-old Cheng Cheng had started second grade.
At this age, other children were still naive and thought about playing all day, but Cheng Cheng was already mature, like a little adult, starting to share her mother's worries and problems.
It's said that people follow the trials of life.
Sometimes, Lu Jie would rather have Cheng Cheng be naughty and playful instead of so sensible.
It was her sensibleness that was frightening.
Yang Kaihua watched the two of them and suddenly felt some happiness. If his wife and child were alive, perhaps... they would be about the same age as Cheng Cheng? Thinking this, Yang Kaihua couldn't help but sigh.
